Game Changer & Make Some Noise
noise dept.
gracie abrams
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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
shark vs the universe
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Sade Olutola
macklin celebrini has autism
Product Placement
The Bowery Presents
todays bird
Cosimo Galluzzi
Jimmy Eat World
Love Begins
roma★
hello vonnie
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Kiana Khansmith
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@madeline-rowling
|| OPEN STARTER ||
“Sorry, Kid.” She frowned for a moment before speaking again. “Mine doesn’t either.”
A little glimmer of hope sparkled in the corner of her eye... maybe this girl was like her.... She began to write again--
you don’t have a mom either?
|| OPEN STARTER ||
Finn was looking for his patients list when he heard the music. He stopped out side of the music room and pressed his ear to the door, confirming that’s where the sound was coming from. He hesitated for a second before opening the door to the room, a young girl with more skill than he had. He knocked on the inside wall to make his presence known to the other. “Hello, I hope you don’t mind my intrusion.”
Madeline rose to her feet the moment a voice made it’s way over the notes she played. The action she made was quick, she was taken off guard, and her eyes were wide. With her chest inflated with rapid breathing, she took a step back away from the piano.
|| OPEN STARTER ||
“That’s awesome!” Temple hesitated, thinking over what she said before it came out of her mouth. “Does she come here to visit you?”
Madeline’s face lowered again, but this time she didn’t write anything. Quickly, the little girl shook her head no
|| OPEN STARTER ||
“Sorry…” Temple said, looking at the younger girl. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just though that was really good… When’d you learn to play?”
Madeline forced a nervous smile before grabbing her notebook from the bench. She sat, cross legged on it, facing the girl in the doorway and began to write--
My mommy taught me.
|| OPEN STARTER ||
Temple didn’t want to be nosey. She knew that music could be like a sanctuary to people. Hell, she normally just ignored the sounds of music in this place, knowing there was music therapy. But this sounded different. It sounded like someone just playing for themselves, not as some kind of structured therapy. She liked that. So, she moved to the door and opened it very slowly, not wanting to startle whoever was playing. “Sorry to interrupt, but, that was really pretty… I play too…” She spoke softly, gently, noticing the small girl.
Madeline hadn’t expected to see anyone in here, as it was normally pretty quiet. But, to her surprise, someone came in. When the other girl had gotten there, she wasn’t sure, but she was very, very taken back by it. As soon as the voice mixed in with her playing, her head jerked and she stopped, instantly lowering her hands and rising to her feet. Stiff and nervous, her eyes wide, she just stared at Temple for a few moments before lowering her eyes.
|| OPEN STARTER ||
She made sure to keep the door of the music room closed, it had been rather quiet from what she’d seen and experienced. Most of her free time was spent just playing the piano, but today, she decided to sing in the privacy of the room.
(x)
A monster - Anastasiya felt like one of the scary figures children were taught to be afraid of, part of the frightening stories disturbed adults shared with beings that didn’t have the psychological maturity to differ reality from make believe. Even though the therapist had done nothing wrong, she felt she had faulted and disappointed that little girl. “Hey… You don’t have to be afraid, I won’t -” She stopped. Was that a bruise on that girl’s cheek? Frowning, Aniya couldn’t help the tears that instantly sprung from her eyes. She knelt on the ground before the child, gently touching her forearms. “… did someone hurt you…?”
She was getting lost in her own mind as the brunette approached. The silence in the hallway only enhanced the sound of footsteps coming towards her and her grip on the book got tighter and tighter. Once the question was dropped, someone hurting her, Madeline could’ve sworn her breathing stopped right then and there, the touch on her skin was soft and ginger.
Softly, her head shook, and she turned gently away.
“Ah right. The same as me then,” she replied after she’d read what the girl had written. “How are you finding it here?” She asked.
A very, very forced and weak smile pulled at the little pale lips slightly before she began to write again. --
I like it ok. The music room is my faver favorite.
Aniya was working until late again. It was nearly midnight and she had left her office to head to the staff’s kitchen in order to prepare herself some coffee, the one she had been carrying around in her mug absolutely cold and undrinkable. On the ground floor, she suddenly caught sight of a young girl strolling around. She was down the hallway, nearby the stairwell to the second floor. Frowning, Anastasiya walked toward her, first announcing herself so she wouldn’t startle the kid. “Hey. Good evening,” she greeted the child, approaching her at last. “Shouldn’t you be in bed? It’s late.”
Madeline let out a noise, somewhere between a squeak and a yip, but regardless of what it was, the sound was indeed pitiful and most of all fearful. Instantly, almost as if she was trained to do so when being approached by an authority figure, she braced, turning her nearly-healed bruised face away, and almost stepping into the wall. The little arms squeezed the bear tightly into her chest just waiting for the impact.
Sinead looked up from her map to see the child coming toward her, teddy bear and notebook in hand. With a smile, she folded up the map and stuck it in her pocket. “Well, hello there, love.” She bent to meet the girl’s eyes, hands resting on her knees. Pointing to the teddy, she said, “Who’s this fine fellow?”
Madeline looked up, the goopy kind of sleep stuck in the inner corner of one of her blood shot eyes. Slowly, she slid him under her arm, and flipped open her paper to write his name--
Charles
Cassie glanced down at the book as the girl began writing in it again. “Oh… right,” she said with a small nod. “Have you been in here very long?”
Madeline shook her head no, only to press her hair over her ear again and began to write--
I just got here a few days ago.
“Hey…. It’ll be okay….” Temple reassured the girl, noticing the nerves. “I have to go,” she told the person on the other end of the phone, hanging up and returning the cellular device to it’s place at the medication point. “There. Nothing bad’s going to happen. Okay?”
Madeline’s stress eased slightly but it still read upon her face. Slowly, she nodded, her jaw tight, in response.
With a teddy bear, worn and old from years of wear and tear, Madeline quietly crept out of the room she shared with Helena. Sweat forced her tank top to stick to her back, her long, sickly legs stocking from under her navy blue shorts, adorned with healing bruises and tired eyes.
Accompanying the stuffed bear was her equally as old and worn notebook and pen.
“Remember, you’re my look out-!”
Madeline stared blankly at her, her little lips gaping open slightly and nervously.
“I’ve not read it, but that sounds like a fun book to read.” She could tell that the little girl wanted to be alone so she got up from beside her.
When the brunette stood up, instantly, Madeline cringed.
Cassie attempted a small smile as the girl looked up at her. “Ah right… that must suck. Have you always not been able to talk?”
Once again, her head shook, her eyes still low. She began to write again--
I used to talk a lot but I don’t anymore.
